O holy Saviour! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bidd'st me lean, Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!
2 Blest with this fellowship divine, Take what thou wilt, I'll not repine; For, as the branches to the vine, My soul would cling to thee.
3 Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed, Here have I found a place of rest; An exile still, yet not unblest, Because I cling to thee.
4 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and hopes remove; With patient, uncomplaining love, Still would I cling to thee.
5 Though oft I seem to tread alone Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown, Thy voice of love in gentlest tone, Still whispers, "Cling to me!"
6 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee!
Cling to the Crucified! His eye shall guard thee well-- For thee, fast from his side, The crimson current fell.
2 Cling to the Crucified! My weary feet in peace His tender hand shall guide Till all thy wanderings cease.
3 Cling to the Crucified! His love the golden door For thee shall open wide, And bless thee evermore.
Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee: Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glory shines through endless days.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner far Let evening blush to own a star! He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soon Let morning be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain! And O! may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me!
7 His institutions would I prize, Take up my cross, the shame despise-- Dare to defend his noble cause, And yield obedience to his laws.
We love thy name, we love thy laws, And joyfully embrace thy cause; We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain.